The Rain Trilogy.....

Part Two: While it Rains!

The spherically shaped discrete unit of water, known to us as drops, form the functional unit of the rain. (sounds like an answer in a science test) The drops, fall when they are big enough (probably 18) to be intoxicated under the influence of gravity, leave their abode in turns. They begin to have a free life, leaving home and probably sky diving without a parachute until they they make contact in seconds; could be a hair less head or just a spiny Porcupine. It's not that they don't have a future or something, they just annihilate when they hit with a sound, ( a soft continuous sound similar to when ya curry is cooking) nevertheless for a greater cause. 

Sometimes they sound like an army, raining down a battery of white canon balls along with their water bullets ready to take over the land, fighting their arch rival - Dryness, whose king is probably the sun. But sometimes this wet black army really rubs it in, when they are angry or too drunk, they try to establish their water kingdom on earth, perhaps the land. It suddenly seems, when this army does it to an extent by going beyond just to defeat dryness, and when they bring in their ally, the wind, who gets deadly as his speed, that they are sent in by the sea, (like on a suicide mission) sent to conquer the land; the sea probably gets very ambitious now and then even when it covers 71% of the earth surface. who cares! Oops! the real estate folks ;)

  

Anyway that's a war hyperbole version of the rain. Yeah! Rain to us, is just getting our supplies of the life drink replenished or just getting water from the top to clean up. We as humans mess up, like a kid who dirties his trousers while playing in the sand and gets his mom to wash it up, we however call nature to do it now and then, in other words it's 'Nature's Laundry Time'. (and please concrete's laundry time too). Moreover we as humans have really dirtied up the place beyond measure, so when it rains it actually gets more messed up up like a kid whose tries to clean a blob of chocolate sauce of his shirt with his already chocolate soaked fingers. (you know!) I always thought that if a place doesn't look lovely in the rain (or even just after a rain) that place is not at all beautiful in the first place, thanks to the responsible sanitary department of the government and it's many irresponsible citizens. (take a bow!)

  However usually while it rains, the parents usually house arrest the unlucky kids for the fear of the virus but the lucky ones, get to dance in the rain which is one of the most lovely things to do, except if you are from Cherrapunji. If you're an adult you pretty much get to have a nonchalance feeling for the rain, except if it is your daughter's wedding tomorrow (who wants a muddy wedding?). If you are young, and not getting married tomorrow, you can always romanticize a setting with your sublime love virtually or like the movies sit down with the cup of coffee and stare at the rainy view, with pretty much nothing to do except posing. But if you are, say at a bus stop, beside your parked bike, you get to watch folks who seem to be running for the first time in their lives with a controlled amusing speed besides you looking for the lost instincts of when it might stop raining. Oh! It has stopped raining..... I gotta go! Adieu!  

P.S. For part one : http://jasonchris-inc.blogspot.in/2013/07/the-rain-trilogy.html